It took over three years to finish this painting, sustained by Jimi’s music and the need to express my gratitude. Finished in time to celebrate these 50th anniversaries.
He stands as I imagine him, lost in a note. Unconcerned, unaware that he has transcended even those things that rooted him to this physical, material world: his guitars.
He is surrounded by his Muses. And there, impassioned yet anchored by an earthly energy that rises around him; he plays the universe itself, with sounds impossible to make with just two human hands.
And what about the bees? There they fly, though scientists might have a hard time telling you how. They are the kind of bees capable of stinging with a pain that lingers too long, but are also capable of producing such sweetness.